MY FAVOURITE THINGS

Tune: My Favourite Things
From: Hardcase

Chorus:

When the dog bites, on the hash nights
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel so bad 

Love bites on noses and organ stop nipples
Saucy young virgins and raspberry ripples
Tight little fannies that welcome you in
These are a few of my favourite things.

Small nut brown arseholes in transparent knickers
Multiple orgasms and closeted vicars
Taking my shorts down and flashing my ring
These are a few of my favourite things.

 

Having a crap first thing in the morning
Scratching my bollocks when everyone's yawning
Farting in bed, oh how the smell clings
These are a few of my favourite things.

A wank in the evening when I'm feeling randy
Using my left hand, pretending it'd Mandy
Her show with the donkey, the thrill that it brings
These are a few of my favourite things.

Stockings, suspenders and freshly shaved pussies
Downing the big one and flashing on buses
Sitting on my face whilst trying to sing
These are a few of my favourite things.

 

MY FAVOURITE THINGS

From: Steve Cooksley (1987)

 

Hand jobs and blow jobs and eating clit-or-is
Watching my housemaid douche with laboris
Brown pubic cunt hairs and toilet bowl rings
These are a few of my favourite things.

Getting a hard on while I'm at confession
Knowing that semen is good for digestion
Flossing my teeth out with used tampon strings
These are a few of my favourite things.

When the whip cracks, when the lash bites,
When I'm feeling sad.
I simply go off to the bog for a wank,
And then I don't feel so bad.

 

Black leather underwear, red velvet knickers.
Pictures of chorus girls, tied up with vicars
Helping my sister atone for her sins
These are a few of my favourite things.

Plastic vibrators and brassieres by Platex.
Inflatable Lucy fashioned in latex.
Young girls that whiplash my back 'til it stings.
These are a few of my favourite things.

When the whip ...

 

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THE BOYS FROM JH3

Tune :
Introduced by Crusty Nuts, thanks to Balikpapan hash. 

Chorus:
We're the boys from JH3, the hashers of the night.
We're the drunken bastards, who'd rather fuck than fight.
We fuck the girls from Bali and Yogyakarta too,
We're the boys from JH3, who the fuck are you?

I met a girl in Singapore and fucked her on the floor.
If she was a virgin, she aint one anymore.
I met a girl in Fiji big as an elephant.
I had to use a ladder, just to lick her cunt.

I met a girl in Holland who had a lot of class,
But when she got her clothes off, she liked it up the ass.
I met a girl in Oscar's and thought that I might fuck her,
But when I turned the lights on, she looked like Jungle Fucker.

I met a girl in Scotland who had a daytime job.
After she came home at night she loved to suck my knob.
I met a whore in Mexico whose fucking days were over.
She took her act upon the stage with her pet dog Rover.

I met a girl in Texas who was a little coarse.
I caught her in the barnyard sucking on a horse.
I met a girl in Thailand whose chest was very flat,
But she would fuck you all night long for one hundred bhat.

I met a girl in Reno who had a Persian cat,
She put its food between her legs and let it lick her twat.
I met a clerk from Total who was a little shallow,
All she ever wanted, was to kneel and swallow.

I met a girl at Harvard who was a Mensa genius,
But all she was really good for was sucking on my penis.
I met a girl from New York, south of Niagara Falls,
She would suck my dick, while her poodle licked my balls.

I met 2 twins in Tulsa both dressed up in black lace,
One sat on my dick, and one sat on my face.
I met a girl in Christchurch whose cunt was tight and deep,
No Kiwi boys would fuck her, because she was not a sheep.

I met a girl in BATS who had a smelly gash,
She'd slap in on my pecker for a little bit of cash.
I met a girl in Tanamour who really liked to sing,
You should have heard her sing with my dick inside her ring.

 

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DEAD WHORE

Tune: My bonnie lies over the ocean
Introduced by Crusty Nuts, thanks to Balikpapan hash

I passed a dead whore by the roadside,
I knew right away she was dead.
For the skin on her stomach was flaking,
And she hadn't a hair on her head.

Chorus:
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring my dead whore to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh bring back my dead whore to me.

I first met my dead whore at Oscar's,
With a horrible snail sucking face.
She'd roll them around on her tongue once,
And barf them back up in your face.

My dead whore looked into a gas tank,
The contents of it for to see,
I lit up a match to assist her.
Oh bring back my dead whore to me.

While nibbling my dead whore's big nipples,
A horrible thing to discuss,

I thought it was milk I was sucking,
But it turned out to be syphilitic pus.

My dead whore's vagina was swelling,
A condition I thought would soon pass.
I stuck in my pecker to explore it,
And she farted green gas from her ass.

Once upon thinking it all over,
I realised my terrible sin.
So I stuck my lips to her sweet pussy,
And sucked out the load I'd shot in.

I lovingly French kissed my dead whore,
I thought she had a very active tongue,
But after an evening of kissing,
I realised it was maggots from her lung.

I've thought of a way of preserving,
My dead whore for posterity.
I'll dry her like a bit of beef jerky,
With a leathery twat just for me.

 

 

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 VINDALOO RHAPSODY

Tune : Bohemian Rhapsody
Introduced by Colonel Bloodknock (nicked from?)

Naan-aa, just killed a man
Poppadom against his head
Had lime pickle, now he's dead.
Naan-aa, dinner just begun
But now I'm going to crap it all away.

Naan-aa, ooh-ooh, didn't mean to make you cry,
Seen nothing yet, just see the loo tomorrow.
Curry on, curry on, 'cause nothing really Madras.

Too late, my dinner's gone. Sends shivers up my spine,
Rectum aching all the time.
Goodbye every bhaji, I've got to go.
Gotta leave you all behind and use the loo.
Naan-aa, ooh ooh......
This Dopiaza's mild,
I sometimes wish we'd never come here at all.

I see a little chicken tikka on the side,
Rogan Josh, Rogan Josh,
pass the chutney made of mango.
Vindaloo does nicely, Very, very spicy.
ME
Biryani (biryani), Biryani (biryani)
Biryani and a naan

O Vindalooooooo,
(No no no no no no no no no No)

I've eaten balti, somebody help me.
He's eaten balti, get him to the lavatory
Stand well back, this loo's quarantined.
Here it comes, there it goes,
Technicolor yawn I chunder, NO
It's coming up again, (There he goes)
I chunder. It's coming up again. Up again
Here it comes again. Here it comes again
Here it comes again. Here it comes again
This Vindaloo is about to wreck my guts.
Poor me, Poor me, Poor me.

So you think you can chunder and think it's all right?
So you think you can eat curry and drink all night?
Oh maybe, now you'll puke like a baby,
Just had to come out,
just had to come out right out in here.
Korma, saag or bhuna, Balti, naan or bhaji
Nothing makes a difference, To me
Any way the wind blows.

 

 

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MY, MY, MY, VIAGRA

Tune: My,my, my, Delilah

Source : written by Magic Dragon

Chorus:
  Aye, Aye, Aye, Viagra
  My, My, My, Viagra
  The stand of my gland is five times the size of my hand
  I've cum sixteen times & I don't want to fuck anymore

As a youth I could play with the best of them
Boozing and rooting with all of those crusty old whores
But as old age crept upon me
My prick would only play dead down on the floor

Then I saw the ad for this new wonder drug called Viagra
I read about how it would make me perform so fine
I bought me the capsules
I took one and started to slowly go out of my mind

My balls grew and swelled up in size by several cubits
My prick rose with all tthose thoughts of pussy galore
I donned my elephant-sized hash shorts
To cover me as I manfully strode out of the door

So I took myself down to that bar that they call Oscar's
To sip some beer and exercise my gland
I pointed it at a harlot
I nearly decapitated half the band

Then I moved on to that Eden that they call the Sixth Floor
My need it was clear as I crawled in through the door
I rented seven bedrooms
Filled each one with three of those filthy whores

My wife claimed that I was a virtual madman
My maid swooned at the sheer size of my great log
But I knew things were going haywire
When I fucked my three cats and the neighbour's Pekinese dog

Now my wife she has up and gone and divorced me
And all I can do is wank myself down to the bone
Damn you Viagra
Why can't you just go and leave me fucking alone

 

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